– I broke up with my co-writer. But that’s okay. I’ll probably write a post on the experience at some point, because I think it was pretty healthy and it was definitely educational.
– I attended a party for my grandparents’ 50th wedding anniversary, which is a concept I can barely even wrap my head around but I’m very happy for them because they’re a couple of sweet, hilarious people (I don’t know if you’re ever meant to mature beyond finding your grandpa’s false teeth antics hysterical, but I hope I never do) and I’m sure making it this far isn’t exactly a cake walk.
It did, however, mean being around extended family, half of whom I didn’t know the names of and thus was completely terrified of. I’m no good at talking to strangers at the best of times – mostly because I think they’ll either a) be incredibly bored and my self-esteem will wither, b) get the wrong impression, think I’m a creep and my self-esteem will wither or c) have absolutely no interest in a conversation with someone as lowly as I (and my self esteem will…yeah). But family members are a more daunting affair because if I embarrass myself or bore the other party to death (an uncomfortable likelihood in some crustier relatives) I don’t have the luxury of the possibility of never seeing them again, because there’s always some christening or funeral around the corner,* and there’s always the chance the ones that are genetically connected to me might exemplify the very worst of my own qualities. Which is never fun.
And that’s why I don’t drink at these things.
– I wrote something for I Am Tim for the first time in an age – probably around 9 months – which felt like flexing a muscle I’d almost, almost forgotten I had. It felt good. And also a little weird, because the episode I worked on will actually be coming out way sooner than any of those we developed and started writing this time last year.
Web series don’t make a whole lot of sense. Or money. But they are an outlet for ridiculous dialogue, outlandish hair and extreme cartoon violence. Peaks and troughs.
– And, uh, that’s kind of it, if you don’t count the dozens of scrap prose segments and nonsensical scripted gibberish that’ve been pouring out of my brain the last couple of days. On a related note, the not-exactly-megabucks career choice of Lazy Creative isn’t really paying dividends at the moment and so I’m chasing after retail jobs so I can catch that fabled MUNNI I hear so many nice things about.
Until next time, then.
[Unless the local council figure out a way to extract coins from my bone marrow in the next 24 hours. In which case I’ve set up an auto-post system which will alternate between pictures of Koala Bears and clips from Prince songs. Don’t tell me which you’d prefer.]
*Because obviously the worst part of a funeral is the awkward conversation.